( This is the closest to heaven I am likely to get for a while… )
One wonderful blue-grey morning
I found by luck
this sacred woodland
Trees so old, they often fall
Revealing an ancient sentinel
Whose roots go deep
This most precious tree
will never die
It lives alongside
An ancient legend after all…
I found him, way up above the stars
Was I dreaming when he spoke to me?
You have searched long and hard
To find the old wizard on your earthly plain
Now you see me in my true form
I come to you in dreaming
For one day you will work with me again
As it was meant to be
I will leave a ring for your small finger
Turn the stone once widdershins
I will be at your side
Your search was never in vain…
When a dirty blue car mows Maggie down outside her local supermarket, she becomes trapped in the nightmare world of a coma patient.
In this very different world, she manages to rescue an abused and neglected child. But when it looks as though she will finally wake up, she cannot bear the thought of leaving the child behind.
But is this other world real, or was she just dreaming? And if it is real, can she help this child?
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“Excellent reading, excellent writing with several unexpected twists that lead to…well, that is for others to find out too. A heart wrenching and gripping story. Well done, Anita Dawes!” Amazon Reviewer
“As I lay on the cold, ceramic tiled floor, I remember thinking, I’ve seen this film. The heroine wakes up in a clean hospital bed, her make-up hardly smudged and hair still neatly in place. There will be a handsome hero by the bedside, holding her hand and gazing adoringly into her eyes.
But it wasn’t a film star lying on that shop floor, it was me, and my Jack was holding me, his hands shaking, telling me that everything was going to be all right. I couldn’t tell him that I’d seen the film and knew they lived happily ever after, because just then someone turned out all the lights, leaving me in total darkness. Everything vanished, the blinding strips of fluorescent lighting, the chilly, rain spattered floor-tiles, and mercifully, all the pain.
The faces that had been looking down at me had gone, but I could still hear Jack’s voice, a long way off, saying my name over and over again.
Someone else was talking now. A man was telling Jack that it was all right, ‘We’ll take care of her now, mate. Stand back and let us do our job.’
I felt my body being lifted and the pain returned in a blinding rush, tearing its way through my body. I screamed, and the darkness dragged me away, where there were no thoughts or memories, just a warm feeling of peace. In the darkness, time ceased to exist and I was in no hurry to find a way out, back to the pain.”
From the jagged opening of my cave
I see the Atlantic Ocean
washing the orange sentinel.
Fresh growth crowns the head
My small view on the world
For I cannot leave my dark abode
Spellbound by greed, envy
She means to keep me here
for her own amusement.
When strange visitors enter,
I try to make myself known.
I pray for one intrepid adventurer to hear me,
for I can tell them how to set me free.
When the tide is out, my true love walks
From the cave opposite knowing I am here,
she can neither see nor hear me.
My torment doubles
I can no longer make myself known to her
When the tide returns
She must go back to darkness
Until the day comes
When the one standing in my dark space
Hears my voice…
Do you see me now?
My dark form, hollow
Despair has eaten away my soul
One tiny seed of hope lingers
That she will come
A new Guinevere
To call Arthur from his sleep
Claim the sword
from the Lady of the Lake
place a flower by my hollow grave
with love spoken
bring me back…
( For the visually challenged reader, the photo shows a purple illumination in the sky in form of a beam. We can see the stars in it. A figure is silhouetted in the light.)
I woke up this morning
With an Italian word stuck in my head
The word ‘Clemente’
This happens too often
So I decided to write about it
To see if it would help
Often the words are very strange
So I asked Jaye to look them up
On the computer
There are many times
When the word returns
In some programme we are watching
I wonder what the Universe is trying to tell me
Random words seem to pop into my head
Whenever they feel like it
With no rhyme or reason
That I can understand
If I were to write them down
String them all together
They wouldn’t make a decent sentence
There doesn’t seem to be a reason for it
Maybe I am just nuts
Alternatively, something is trying to fill
The Swiss cheese holes in my head
There must be a lot, for the words keep on coming…
First thing in the morning
When the mist covers the South Downs
I wonder, is Merlin walking those hills?
Hidden by mists of his own making
Looking for something
He strikes the ground with lightning
This breaks the hold on his mind
Yet the gate shuts as fast
Half remembered thoughts lost
He stands, supported by the rock
As the sea rages towards his fragile mind
His magic could not sustain
The beauty of his dream
Kingdoms made; round table broken
His love vanished with magic stolen
The golden bow with arrows spent
Lies in his hand, its target long forgotten
His mind will not recall the legend
that he made…